A photo journal of life on America's rails and couches

September 23, 2008

Raleigh to NYC

I arrived in New York City this evening
sans Kamran, who is accompanying his mother to Pakistan in a few
days. Godspeed, you fiend. My next few thousand miles as a steppenwolf won't be the same. I'll have to argue with myself about things like

routes, the imaginary line between
chairs that denotes personal space, and sandwiches. This will quickly go sideways.

Thanks to Joanna for picking my goofy-backpacking-self up at Penn Station and guiding me through Manhattan.